Lin Wenjing held her brother's handbag and nervously entered the second door.
Before Chen Zikun put the car into the concierge, he heard the roar of the wife in the inner courtyard: "What are you doing?"
No wonder the wife was so angry that her son and daughter didn't come home even after dark.
This was something that had never happened before.
She was even more angry when she saw her son carrying a straw stick full of candied haws on his back like a snack vendor.
Come somewhere.
She grabbed the straw handle her son was carrying and threw all the candied haws on it to the ground.
She also grabbed the one in her son's mouth, threw it on the ground and crushed it with her feet.
Lin Wenlong was about to cry as soon as his little mouth was flat.
His wife picked him up and spanked him and spanked him hard a few times.
In fact, he was lifted high and fell lightly, so the beating was not very severe.
But Lin Wenlong had never seen his mother look so angry. , scared, aggrieved, and distressed for the candied haws, she opened her mouth and burst into tears, crying so fast that she almost lost her breath.
"Auntie, I took Wenlong out, please don't punish him."
Lin Wenjing felt sorry for her brother and bravely persuaded him.
The wife snorted coldly: "Nong is very capable, right?
He can lead his younger brother all over the city.
Nong Xiao doesn't know how uneasy the capital is."
Lin Wenjing defended: "Uncle Chen is with me."
The wife became even more angry: "How unbecoming is it for a young lady from a wealthy family to hang out with hard laborers all day long?
Please kneel down."
Lin Wenjing straightened up and knelt down in the living room.
The wife took her son into the bedroom and locked it up.
She took a small foreign currency of five cents and gave it to Lin's mother and said, "Send the cart driver to get lost."
Mother Lin came out arrogantly and threw the money in front of Chen Zikun: "My wife said, you don't need to come tomorrow."
Chen Zikun sneered and walked away.
Lin's mother didn't hesitate, put the five cents in her pocket and went back.
Uncle Zhang shook his head and sighed: "The world is getting worse.
Half an hour later, the husband came back.
When he saw his eldest daughter kneeling on the ground, he asked his wife what happened.
The wife recounted what happened today in detail.
The husband smiled and said: "Children are playful.
It’s normal, forget it, get up.”
The wife felt resentful and was about to retort when suddenly the sound of vomiting came from the bedroom.
She hurriedly went in and saw her son lying next to the bed vomiting.
"It must be that the candied haws on a stick has ruined your stomach," the wife said angrily.
The husband also frowned and said to his daughter: "You are too careless.
You give all the unhygienic things to my brother.
You don't need to eat today's dinner.
Go back to your room and think about it."
Lin Wenjing returned to the west wing with her head lowered.
Thinking of her father's attitude towards her and her dead mother, she couldn't help but burst into tears.
While she was crying, someone suddenly knocked on the door.
When she opened the door, she saw a tray on the floor. , topped with half a golden roast duck and a plate of white flour pancakes.
Who sent this?
Lin Wenjing looked around suspiciously.
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The shadows of her father and Aunt Mi were reflected in the window of the main room.
Mother Lin was also chatting with Uncle Zhang at the gate.
No matter so much, let’s eat first.
Lin Wenjing, who was very hungry, took the tray into the room, placed it on the desk and started eating.
The roast duck skin was crispy and tender, fat but not greasy.
Her hands were covered with oil after eating.
Thinking back to today The scenes of playing in the snow brought a smile to my lips.
After delivering the roast duck to his sweetheart, Chen Zikun wandered boredly on Shihuma Street.
He didn't think it was a big deal if he lost his errand, but it would be a big trouble if he had no reason to go in and out of Lin's house in the future.
If you want to see Miss Lin from now on, you will have to squat and wait at the door of Lin's house all day long.
However, waiting like this is not an option.
It would be bad if someone thinks you are a thief.
What to do?
Chen Zikun had an idea and just bought a foreign car.
As a freelance driver, no one can care where you fall in love, and you can also drag your sweetheart around.
Wouldn't it be the best of both worlds?
But where did the money for the car come from?
The big bag that fell from the sky should belong to Xing'er's family.
I can't use it anymore.
I don't know how to deceive myself, and it's too slow to make money by selling my strength.
By the way, aren't there two more?
Is it a gambling game?
The total stake is more than 700 yuan.
If I win the gambling game, I don't have to worry about anything.
Thinking of this, he became energetic and went straight to Chun Shu Hutong according to the address Gu Hongming gave him.
Professor Gu's mansion was easy to find.
After knocking on the door and entering, a stout manservant with braided hair asked him to wait at the door.
After notifying the master, he let Chen Zikun in.
There was a dim oil lamp burning in the living room, and Gu Hongming was sitting on the imperial chair, smoking a dry cigarette.
When he saw Chen Zikun arriving, he pointed to the stool next to the round table and said, "Sit down."
Chen Zikun sat down and waited quietly for Gu Hongming to teach.
After seeing no movement for a long time, he asked: "Professor, you haven't forgotten what you said a few days ago, have you?"
Gu Hongming laughed loudly: "I didn't expect you to still remember this.
I thought you didn't dare to come.
It seems that you are determined to win Latin."
Chen Zikun said: "I am not determined to win Latin, but I am determined to win the two hundred and thirteen yuan.
Please start teaching me quickly.
I am in a hurry."
Gu Hongming said: "Are you still rushing to pull the car?"
Chen Zikun said: "I will go to Mr.
Liu Shipei to learn Chinese in the second half."
Gu Hongming laughed heartily again and asked: "You are so interesting young man.
After all, a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers.
Do you know how difficult this Latin is?"
Chen Zikun said: "No matter how difficult Latin is, it only has twenty-six letters.
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There are tens of thousands of Chinese characters, and there are not many foreigners who are proficient in Chinese."
"That's good," Gu Hongming said with a smile while stroking his hands.
He took a piece of paper and a pen and started teaching the rickshaw driver the Latin that only European aristocrats learned without using textbooks.
Originally, Gu Hongming just wanted to give Chen Zikun a brief training.
At least he could write letters silently, spell a dozen words, and say one or two short sentences.
That would be considered a success.
However, after ten minutes, this great scholar with knowledge of both China and the West could already open his mouth.
An egg is stuck inside.
This coachman is simply a genius.
He has a photographic memory of everything he was taught.
He also has excellent hearing and pure pronunciation.
If he didn't know the details, Gu Hongming would have doubted that this boy spent the first ten years in a European court, taught by famous teachers.
I studied Latin systematically.
"I often think that I am a genius, but I never thought that there is a heaven outside the world and there are people outside the world."
Gu Hongming sighed while stroking his beard.
Chen Zikun didn't think anything of it.
He had long known that he had a strong ability to learn languages.
Under Ergui's teaching and influence, he could speak fluent French and Russian.
He had only been in Beijing for a few days, and he was also fluent in Beijing movies.
He is quite native, and learning some basic Latin is a piece of cake for him.
An hour passed unknowingly.
Chen Zikun could already recite the Latin alphabet backwards, recite Latin proverbs, and spell more than a hundred words.
This was beyond Gu Hongming's expectation.
The old man became interested and simply took a Latin book.
Give him the dictionary.
"Take this back and see.
How much you can gain depends on your talent."
Chen Zikun took the dictionary and put it in his arms carelessly, asked about Liu Shipei's residence, said goodbye to Gu Hongming and went straight to that room.
Liu Shipei was equally surprised by Chen Zikun's arrival.
They all thought that the coachman had given up the gamble.
Liu's house was filled with smoke.
Although Professor Liu was coughing badly, he still smoked.
The table, bed, and even the floor were filled with classics. , he first rummaged through the cabinets and found a junior primary school textbook issued by the Ministry of Education of the Beiyang Government, and asked Chen Zikun to take a good look at it.
"Professor, how old is this book for children to read?"
Chen Zikun asked.
"Oh, you have a weak foundation.
This is a book for seven-year-olds."
"Professor, you underestimate me too much.
You need to be punished at the age of eight."
Chen Zikun said proudly.
Liu Shipei laughed dumbly and found another high school textbook for him.
Chen Zikun quickly flipped through it and said, "After studying, let's come up with questions."
Seeing that the coachman was so confident, Liu Shipei simply took out a Chinese test paper that only high school graduates could answer.
Chen Zikun took the pen and flipped it up and down.
The pen was flying around.
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Liu Shipei took the test paper and looked at it, and he was shocked: "You went to school" The handwriting on the test paper is elegant and strong, and has a strong character.
People who have not received more than ten years of education will never be able to write such handwriting.
Chen Zikun scratched his head: "I don't remember whether I have read books before."
Liu Shipei continued to ask, and Chen Zikun told him that he had fallen from a horse and lost his memory two years ago, but he had concealed the part about being a bandit.
"It's a pity, it's a pity, maybe you are the son of a wealthy family, and you end up living here, ahem."
Liu Shipei sighed sadly, and brought a brush and inkstone rice paper to let Chen Zikun write calligraphy.
The result was a big disappointment.
Although Chen Zikun's hard-pen calligraphy was very regular, his brush calligraphy was a mess.
"It seems that you grew up in a new-style family.
What a pity."
Liu Shipei sighed again.
But this pity and the pity in the previous sentence have completely different meanings.
Usually, the foreign comprador families in Shanghai or Guangdong will make their children fully Westernized, believe in Christianity, learn English, eat Western food, and use fountain pens to write.
Chen Zikun is probably the one.
Born in such a family, frequent wars in recent years have resulted in the wealthy son living among the people.
However, his identity and background are actually more suitable for learning Hu Shi's stuff rather than studying under Liu Shipei.
In this case, let's teach him something deeper.
Liu Shipei put away all the textbooks, took another handout on the history of medieval Chinese literature and handed it to Chen Zikun.
He took a sip of tea to moisten his throat and began to formally teach the student. .
When we came out of Professor Liu's house, the sky was already full of stars, the snow had just begun to fall, and the weather was extremely cold, with drops of water turning into ice.
Chen Zikun strode under the stars, breathing out clouds of white mist.
Suddenly, two people stood on the roadside in front of him.
A dark shadow came, with a tall figure and a loud voice: "Your Majesty is the little white dragon with two spears and quick legs outside Zonghengguan":